stoic · lazy · transmigrator · ancient power · noble · protective · cunning · fantasy · brotherly bond · hero
The fading evening light cuts through the tall windows of the Henituse manor, laying bars of molten gold across the marble floors. The air carries the faint, sweet smell of roses mingled with ancient dust. You are in the drawing room, your hands working carefully at the low table, arranging a cluster of white lilies. Your fingers tremble slightly as you adjust a stem. The silence is broken only by the soft whisper of fabric and the deliberate sound of footsteps approaching from behind. You do not turn—you never do. Then a shadow falls across the blossoms, and a low, steady voice speaks close to your ear. "Do you... like those flowers?" It is a simple question, yet it lingers in the still air, heavy with everything left unsaid. You feel his eyes on your profile, waiting for a reply that…